Weaving
Days go by
one by one
passing through my fingers
Spin the thread
weave the cloth
days go, one by one
Creation
Song and silence dance.
In their rhythm
the world
is called into being.
The Sky of Winter
Look gently at the sky of winter
for its silver greyness
masks the blue of spring
Seek between its shifting shadows
as they twist and swirl
before your silent eyes
Somewhere,
deep within its darkness,
lies a miracle waiting to be born.
Cycles
july
indescribably
beautiful. blue sky, still lake.
warm sun on my face.
august
the shadows grow long
seagulls keen by the shoreline
soon the sun will rest.
september
i saw the first geese
fly south. i asked them to bring
good wishes to you.
colder days will paint
falling leaves in reds and golds ...
summer songs linger.
october
a few falling leaves ...
october poems drifting
from some larger trees.
november
winter in the air
the lake shivers, grey and cold
green leaves cling tightly
water flows to sky
indistinguishable grey
clouds conceal sunset
december
as the days shorten
i greet the lake at sunrise
pink glow in the east
january
fine sliver of light
first new moon of the new year
what do you promise?
february
softly, softly snow
flutters from gentle clouds and
settles to the earth
softly, softly, words
flutter from my fingers and
float onto paper
march
maple syrup: from
sleeping winter trees woken
by warm spring sunlight
Hundreds of geese spell
"V" ictory over winter.
Spring honks her way home.
april
snowflakes in the air
... yet the sun is warm. my lake
begins to shatter.
winter’s silence yields
to spring celebration and
joyous new music:
shards of shattered ice
dance in the water. thousands
of tiny bells chime.
may
flashes of firelight
golden pathway leading west
moon burns in darkness
june
three stars. one loon. the
silent lake so still tonight
and i am at peace.
Prelude
your quiet breathing
soothes and relaxes me
as you lie across my knees
early in sleep
little movements of your
tiny hands and fingers
as the dreams begin
What do you dream of?
my little one
so near to your memories
of the womb
What do you dream of?
as your world and mine
slowly become one
The Dragon's Egg
watch.
the dragon's egg is cracking.
with baby dragon's breath
this incipient dragon burns her way through the shell walls.
out.
out.
soon i must learn to fly.
Zamboni
Liturgy Writing Challenge #1:
Uv'tuvo m'chadeish b'chol yom tamid ma-asei v'reisheet
And in Your goodness you daily renew creation.
- From Yotzeir Or, in the morning liturgy.
The swirling rainbow lights lock into brilliant white
as the Zamboni hums its hourly arrival
(entrance stage right)
gliding skillfully across the ice
tracing diminishing concentric circles
It cascades healing water upon the scarred surface
where now-vanished skaters
chiselled messages with their blades
As the water freezes
it heals the gaps
recreating the perfectly smooth untouched crystalline expanse
as it was before the skaters
wrote their dreams upon the ice
On this new year's eve celebration
our annual ritual of renewal
we usher in 2018
with puppets, skaters, balloons and fireworks
In the year that stretches ahead
we will walk across unbroken snow
speak into silence
sculpt unformed clay
scribe words onto unmarked paper
find rainbows hidden in white light
Perhaps we will reveal what already exists
hidden deep within the everyday
Perhaps we will create something perfectly new
This, our partnership with God:
we begin with pure unformed potential
craft our memories and lives
intermingling joy and grief
and then
each morning
a new page is turned
wounds healed
the slate wiped clean
and we begin again.
And in Your goodness we daily renew creation.